FAITH - a poem

this weekend i wrote a poem

To the Lost

The lost – among me – the doubters, the haters, the hesitant, the cravers

I hear them, I see them, but hope do I bring them?

A Doubter – she thinks His lifetime could be true:

He lived, He died, He said He’d make new.

She says, “I could believe but… to rise from the dead?

I simply can’t know if He died in my stead.”

The Hater – a man – consumed with the world.

He once knew some Christians, but judgments they hurled;

So his longings for peace he shoved down deep inside,

Masking his heart with false confidence and pride.

And then there’s the Hesitant, the girl who wants love.

She’s heard of a Jesus, of a God up above,

But her short life has taught her, “Girl, love’s never certain.”

So up go her walls, heart guarded by iron curtains.

Finally, the Craver, the man who’s never been told

That there’s hope in this world, that God died for his soul.

A busy life he keeps living in search of some thing;

He guesses it’s his purpose – he doesn’t know he needs the King.

The lost – among me – the doubters, the haters, the hesitant, the cravers

I hear them, I see them, but hope do I bring them?

One day, a few years back, I was lost and so afraid –

A doubter to the core, by the world’s claims I had been swayed.

I was full of deep hatred toward the religion of laws,

Hesitant to believe, yet craving for some cause.

Then out of the darkness a voice called my name,

I heard, “Daughter, I see you, for my own you are claimed.

Jesus died to give you life; now I forgive and show you grace

He rose from the dead, paying your penalty in your place.”

No longer am I lost – I’ve been found, given life.

A hope fills my soul, blocking blows from all strife.

Yes, life is still hard – there are days full of doubt,

But I know with all my heart by His grace I’m not cut out.

So a message I will bring to the lost around me:

To the doubter - there is truth He can’t wait for you to see

To the hater - He is peace, and I know you’ll agree

To the hesitant - God is love, He won’t leave you on your own

To the craver - You’ll be satisfied; He alone will fill your soul.

To the lost – among me – the doubters, the haters, the hesitant, the cravers

I hear you, I see you, and I bring hope from your Creator.